My partner, and I walk this path everyday on our lunch break. She works in the east wing, I the west. Our departments do not collaborate, so at lunch, we walk. There usually isn't much conversation, well there was, but we're beyond that now. We communicate mostly in subtle nods, a secret code.
We found a curiously out of place leaf, one that appeared to be floating in thin air. It twirled and whirled in the gentle breeze, as if displaying its luminous colour in some quasi mating ritual. It was attached to a silken thread probably by some mischievous predator.
What if, and bear with me, the wayward leaf was trying to get our attention. It spent its whole life serving a purpose. Day in, day out this little leaf synthesized light into food. Absorbing light from sun millions of kilometres away and mixing it with ground water syphoned from the earth below. A necessity practiced for over 100 million years, and will continue for well, quite some time. Finally its time had come to rest. It broke free, and began to fall. The Autumn fresh air embracing its skin for one final ride it tumbled, it swooshed, it wooshed, BOiNG!
I severed the tether, and the leaf continued its journey to the final resting place. I glanced at my partner, and we shared a simple smile. We continued down the path back to work. Fulfilling our purpose.
*Photo:Dan Words: Kieran